Spain lay, sprawled out across the bed, sheets tangled and half-onto the floor. His eyes were barely open, and the other occupant of the bed wondered why the hell he couldn't sleep with his eyes closed like a normal person. Romano sat near him, the first one awake for once. Mostly because he'd had an espresso before their little 'bedroom escapade,' but also because for once, he wanted to say that he'd stayed up longer than that jackass Spain. Sure, it wasn't some huge fucking victory on the battlefield, not something he could really brag about, but he liked to take these small victories when he could.

He reached over, trailing a finger down Spain's (stupid) face, stopping at the curve of his (idiotic) jaw, and moving downwards to find his pulse (fucking heart, just stop beating already and save us all the trouble of getting rid of the bastard). Romano pressed two fingers to the throbbing, smiling (if his mouth moving to a flat line with the corners maybe titled just the slightest millimeter up from his normal pout, or scowl could be called smiling) as the slow, steady beats pushed his fingers up and down. He leaned over further, laying his head on Spain's (too warm) chest to hear his (damn) heart as well.

"M… Lovi~" Spain unconsciously- or so Romano thought- wrapped an arm around Romano and dragged him down, cradling his lover to his chest. Romano smiled slightly (again with the twitching of the mouth corners), thinking that he shouldn't have been this damn surprised. It was like Spain had some fucking subconscious radar, able to detect Romano wherever he was. Fucking creeper.

"Silly Antonio," he whispered, relaxing into Spain's (dumb) arms.

"Boss isn't silly!" Romano felt Spain smile into his hair, and the smile was gone. Replaced by a tomato red flush. Stupid fucking flush. Couldn't stay the fuck away?

"Wait... You- you were asleep, bastard! Why are you awake? How long have you been up!" Romano tried to turn around so Spain could see how fucking pissed he was, (not like the tone of his voice and his furious questions would be any hint at all) but all Spain did was clutch him closer.

"I never said I was asleep, Lovi~!" Spain breathed in and out, the warm air ghosting over Romano's ear and making him shiver. The bastard. "Sometimes I stay up and watch you sleep, you're so cute!" From anyone else, that statement would have been received as creepy, somewhat disturbing, and a good excuse not to share a room with them ever again, but Romano knew it was just Spain being his normal fucking clingy self.

"Fine, dumbass." Romano pouted, annoyed that whenever he could one up Spain, something would happen and it turned out that he hadn't. Stupid fucking damn karma, or whatever the hell it was. Well, if it was fucking karma, then it was all predestined and shit, so he might as well go along with it. Romano felt Spain's strong-no, no, it's supposed to be dumb, not strong- arms holding him safe- No! Too close!- and his wonderful face –no, it's fucking messed up, Romano, get a hold of yourself!- in his hair.

Fuck. Romano was giving up. It was too much work trying to delude himself; and everyone knew that Romano loathed exertion of any kind. Except possibly what he and Spain did-

Damn. Stupid fucking bastard. Taking over his mind, watching him sleep and cooking him food… Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. Double fuck. Stupid pointless fucking lies.

Romano ditched his delusions- if only for a few moments- and snuggled his head into the crook of Spain's shoulder. "Te amo, bastard."

"Te quiero, Lovi!"

… Stupid fucking enthusiasm.

Authoress' Random Ramble

I've had this idea in my head for quite some time, finally wrote it out! *confetti falls*

Less than three. Less than three.